You can't be loved the way she loved you till
her death.
She was not the same person before and after you.
The way she cared was way too perfect in this imperfect world.
You made her find and feel the true love.
You couldn't be unloved from her heart.
It was kind of love found in fairytales.
The kind of love humans wished for,
And devil dreamed of.
You were her home,
And when you left.
She lost her appetency.
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Butterflies 🥀 (poetry)
PoetryThanks for dropping by my readers... -It's my First Book, so yeah first time writing officially. It's basically a collection of small poems. ~ Take good care and make right choices ♥️
